Title: In the Mirror
Author: Hitachiin Hikaru
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: "T" for language, blood, etc.
Genre: Suspense/Mystery
Pairings: NejiTen, NaruHina
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Naruto, including characters, cities, towns, scenarios, titles, or anything else about it you can think of. I just want to express my creative intent with this fic.
Summary: AU. Tenten and her brother Naruto go to an old world village named Konoha for summer vacation, and they stay in an old house, next-door to a pair of white eyed twins. But Hinata and Neji aren't all that they appear. R&R Please
A/N: I was reading a few of R. L. Stein's books, and this came to mind. I hope you enjoy, hm? This is from Tenten's point of view.
Prologue
"You know what dad? This blows." I shot my little brother an annoyed look and turned to stare back out the window, secretly agreeing with him. Spending three days cooped up in a hot car waiting to go to some old shinobi village was not exactly my idea of an awesome summer vacation. I mean, Sakura was going with Ino and her family on a cruise, my ex-boyfriend Sasuke and his friend Kiba were going to America, and Naruto's buddy Shikamaru was going to Space Camp. And what can we Uzumakis say we did this summer?
Over the summer I went to a broken down ninja camp, thanks to my dad! We'd be the laughing stock of the school. And that damn English report was due next school year, about what we did over the summer, and I was to put that? Hell no! I sighed and scratched my cheek absently, bored out of my mind. I had already read all of the books I had brought, played every imaginable card game with my younger brother Naruto, so now I took to picking out shapes in the clouds. How boring. I mean who was I, Shikamaru? I glanced over to see Naruto playing on his Game Boy, all the bleeps and blipping of the game threatening to drive me up the wall. "Naruto, could you turn the sound down on that please?" I asked him, flipping through the brochure for the village again.
He replied, not even taking his striking blue eyes from the pixelized screen, "Why should I?"
I was already aggravated from the heat, so I snapped back irritably, "Because I said so!" He merely stuck his tongue out at me and turned back to the game, repeatedly pressing buttons. I glanced to the driver's seat and whined, "Dad! Tell him to turn it down, please!"
Anashi, our father, glanced back in the rearview mirror at his son and said with a sigh, "Naruto, stop bothering your sister, please. Just turn the sound down." He pouted and did what he was told. Anashi and Naruto looked exactly alike, spiky blond hair, blue eyes, although the elder male's were more pastel than his son's. Naruto would have been handsome if he didn't act like a moron all the time. As for me, I have dark brown hair and eyes, and I look nothing like my father or brother. But the simple explanation for that is I was adopted from China when I was tiny. So now I live in Japan with my adoptive father and my brother, who's a year younger than I am.
"You suck," he muttered at me, snapping the silver DS shut and sliding it into his pocket. I smirked at him and glanced to the first page of the oft-read pamphlet, trying to find something interesting. There was the old shinobi academy, a mountain similar to Mount Rushmore in America, a memorial with the names of deceased ninja, yada, yada, yada… I sighed and knocked my bangs out of the way, realizing how extremely boring this summer was going to be.